Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

holding me in place under the bright lights.

“I am fine,” I murmured, my voice trailing off into a whisper.

“Good,” Damon said, finally releasing his grip and picking up his wine glass again. “We want everything to be perfect.”

The skin on my wrist throbbed with a cold, dull ache where his fingers had just been, a red mark blooming under the gold bracelet.continue reading …